Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

This forest was originally a place rarely visited by people, filled with dense shrubs and devoid of any discernible paths. Zhu Bufan ran desperately, not even trying to discern a direction, diving into the thickest parts regardless of the potential danger. To Zhu Bufan, no danger in the forest could compare to the threat posed by Yichen relentlessly pursuing him from behind. This time, Zhu Bufan was no longer composed; rather, he appeared somewhat battered and haggard. Yichen's relentless pursuit put immense psychological pressure on Zhu Bufan, causing him to nearly stumble several times. However, Zhu Bufan's tenacity and desire to survive kept him going.

Yichen chased after Zhu Bufan closely, surprised that this kid would deliberately choose the most difficult paths to escape. This presented quite a challenge for Yichen as well. Yichen inwardly cursed Zhu Bufan, who was being troublesome even in his current state. Yet, despite the curses, he didn't slow his pace.

Zhu Bufan had no idea how long he'd been fleeing, nor where he'd ended up. All he knew was that Yichen was right behind him, and that elusive aura made him extremely uncomfortable. He was at his limit; if he couldn't shake off Yichen, Zhu Bufan himself might collapse. Seeing the thicket in front of him, Zhu Bufan plunged in without hesitation. At first, he felt nothing amiss, but upon emerging, he suddenly felt a blackout, as if he had entered a vast, open space.

Yichen also dove into the thicket following Zhu Bufan but lost track of him upon exiting. Yichen searched the surrounding area carefully but found no trace of Zhu Bufan. He speculated that he might have chosen the wrong direction. After wandering in the forest for half a day, Yichen still couldn't locate Zhu Bufan. Reluctantly, he returned to meet up with Xuan Yang. He was still worried about Xiao Ruo and Long Feiyun, and as for Zhu Bufan, he would need to mobilize others to help search.

Xuan Yang was still treating Xiao Ruo and Long Feiyun. After the treatment, Long Feiyun's condition had improved, his face showing a bit of color, and he had fallen asleep. As for Xiao Ruo, while she had no major issues now, she was seriously injured, and upon hearing about Zhu Bufan's disappearance, she suddenly fainted. Yichen and Xuan Yang exchanged glances, neither expecting that bringing the three of them to the mountains for cultivation would result in such situations, and they felt pretty bad about it. Silently, they picked up Long Feiyun and Xiao Ruo, and headed towards the research institute.

Zhu Bufan emerged from the thicket into darkness, realizing he was no longer in the forest but in an unknown place. Once his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he found himself standing in a desolate, gray area. It wasn't pitch black, merely dim, with faint light sources far above keeping the place from utter darkness.

In this unfamiliar and vast place, Zhu Bufan dared not move. Instinctively, he sensed danger here, though its nature was unknown. As he looked around, he noticed nothing but gray, somberness, utterly devoid of color.

After standing still for nearly ten minutes, Zhu Bufan finally took cautious steps forward, moving slowly. He couldn't afford to be careless. This wasn't a forest but an open area where, if danger appeared, there'd be nowhere to hide, let alone escape. His steps were so gentle, as if fearing to disturb something.

Tap tap tap, Zhu Bufan's footsteps echoed in the vastness until they faded away. He had no idea how far he'd gone, as there was no time to think about it. His whole being was poised in readiness against any looming threat. He wasn't sure if this was a trap laid by Yichen or when Yichen might appear. He needed to conserve his strength as rash movements now could prove extremely hazardous.

The surroundings remained unchanged—dim, gray, and somber, with no breeze or scent. Even time felt frozen. Zhu Bufan stopped, feeling he was about to lose his mind. He'd rather face Yichen in battle than stay in this bleak, shadowless place.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted to Zhu Bufan's nose, calming his earlier anxiety. Immediately, he held his breath, eyes wide with fear as he looked towards the fragrance's source.

Where Zhu Bufan's gaze fell, a small white flower bloomed, gently swaying. The white flower had five petals, its subtle yet peculiar fragrance emanating forth.

Seeing the white flower, Zhu Bufan was even more shocked. He remembered this place being devoid of such flowers, so how had it sprouted? What was the source of that strange, mind-soothing fragrance? Suddenly, he felt dizzy and weak. There seemed to be signs of resistance in the Zhu Bufan he had devoured. Realizing this, Zhu Bufan quickly sat cross-legged, holding his breath to stabilize his focus.

The white flower continued swaying gently in the dimness, seemingly unchanged by Zhu Bufan's sudden actions. Each sway of the flower released fine, shimmering pollen, settling around the white flower.

A delicate, almost imperceptible sound arose abruptly in the quiet expanse. Tiny cracks appeared in the earth around the white flower, from which tender green shoots emerged. As soon as the shoots broke the surface and encountered the air, they seemed to be injected with growth hormones, growing rapidly, branching out, budding, and finally blooming in various colors. The speed of their differentiation and growth was astonishing, soon encircling Zhu Bufan.

At that moment, Zhu Bufan was oblivious to the changes around him. He was still suppressing the consciousness within him, preventing it from awakening. The scent from the small white flower had stirred Zhu Bufan's mind and the mind of the devoured Zhu Bufan. Sitting cross-legged, Zhu Bufan noticed the fragrance grew stronger. Stabilizing his mind, he opened his eyes in shock to find himself surrounded by a sea of flowers. A slight breeze wafted by, carrying a faint, strange floral scent.

This time, even holding his breath, Zhu Bufan couldn't avoid the fragrance. He felt on the verge of collapse, and with a furious roar, he clenched his fists and slammed them into the ground. With a resounding crash, the spot where his fists landed caved in, and countless fissures radiated outward. A burst of Silver Light emanated from Zhu Bufan's fists, expanding in a circle. As it passed, petals scattered in all directions.

The fragrance finally dissipated completely, and Zhu Bufan exhaled gently, feeling relieved at last.